Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Oct 10, 2016 18:57:35 GMT
Dammit. It was freezing and dark and Sabrina's waitress outfit was not covering enough skin for the conditions she was facing. She'd misread the gas meter on her car or perhaps a better way to put that was that she was ignoring the fact that she was driving on an empty tank. She'd just needed to make it home but here she was, side of the road, halfway between the diner and home and with a dying phone. To make matters worse the weather had turned and a cool wind was kicking up the fallen leaves and sending them spinning away so that they occasionally hit her. Of course she could walk home or walk to a gas station but she was still holding out hope that someone would drive by at half twelve and offer her some gas. She could have called her brothers but she'd told them she was out with friends, not working. They had no idea how often she worked because if they did then they'd want some of her money and call her selfish but she wasn't in the mood to share it it with them. If they got off their lazy asses and cleaned the house or did some repair work then maybe she would but until then they weren't getting a dime.
The wind had pulled most of her hair out of her ponytail and so with an agitated yank, Sabrina pulled off the hair elastic and went to lean against the side of her car, listening out for any signs of oncoming vehicles. Rubbing a hand across her face, Sabrina only then realised how exhausted she was. It was a Saturday night which meant she had the next day off and usually she dedicated Sunday's to sleeping and it didn't look like that Sunday would be any different. If her parents could actually be bothered to hang around for a bit she was sure she'd be better, she'd feel less pressure and maybe she work less but until they stopped working to only pay for luxurious holidays for two then she wouldn't stop working either.
A few years ago, Sabrina had had plenty of friends and free time but when her two eldest brother moved away and her parents came home less, she just stopped replying to messages and invites for things. Now most of the socialising she did involved getting drunk at parties. What a time to be alive, a true inspiration really. Distracting her from her thoughts, Sabrina shivered, crossing her arms over each other to try and retain some warmth. When had it gotten so cold? Was this not California? Remind her to move to Florida at some point.
It was then that she heard the best sound imaginable at that point as her hair tried to find its way into her mouth and eyes. A car. Thanking every bone in her body, Sabrina walked over to the road edge and stuck her thumb out (hey she'd seen it in movies, it was worth a shot) and tried to grab the attention of the drive.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on Jan 22, 2017 19:12:19 GMT
Really, he’d like to say that this wasn’t like him- that he was never one to be out half past midnight, liquor mingling with the taste of someone else on his tongue. But well, that would be a goddamn lie. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last- no matter how many times that goody two-shoes Jensen told him this was no way to live. It wasn’t Blake’s fault the kid couldn’t get his head out of his heart, that he just couldn’t see the brighter side to life- the side lit up by neon lights and flirty smiles. Parties, his less than wholesome beacon, but what could he say? He liked having fun, being surrounded by crowds and living the gossip that would later brush his ears first hand. Nosey didn’t even begin to describe him. Blake lived for the nitty-gritty details that cycled through Beacon Hills. He liked to know who was up to what, simply because it always gave him the upper hand. Blackmail was his trade. It made him an ally, an enemy. It made him smart, careful. He knew more about anyone in this town than they probably knew about themselves, than they knew about the ones they loved- and he used that to his advantage. Now math was not his best class, but he just happened to spot on lovely Mrs. Jackson making out with someone who wasn’t exactly her husband, not even her age. Guess who’s passing Calculus because his teacher didn’t want it getting out that she was banging the bag boy at the grocery store. It may be cruel, but he couldn’t care. With the hand the world dealt him, he found it only fair. Besides, it not like every secret he held was under bad intentions. He’s helped plenty, nearly as much as he’s harmed.
Not the point.
Blake had gotten his fair share of dirty secrets from the loose lips of wasted girls tonight, enough so that his own curled at the edges as he bobbed his head along to the beat of the music blasting through his speakers. No one was on the road, not this late at night in such a quaint little town- not so far out of the way. It was moments like this that he appreciated the Pines’ hospitality, that they cared enough to take him in. He knew if he’d been back home, he’d walk in to find his mother passed out on the couch in some state of undress, but now? Now he’d be walking in on Jensen fretting away on the couch, pouting like a worried parent as Ashton flashes him a thumb’s up on his way in. That cabin was more of a home than the house he’d grown up in. Now he wasn’t one to get sappy, but damn, he didn’t know what he’d do without his boys. All they had to do now was convince Murphy to move in and they’d be set.
He once dreaded heading home, always finding an excuse to stay in someone else’s bed just to avoid his own, but now he couldn’t wait to burst through those doors and relay the night’s events to Ashton while Jenny boy fretted over how he got home being so wasted. God, he really didn’t know how that boy stayed so pure after the hell he’d grown up in, but he appreciated it. He bet Iris did too.
Tonight he wasn’t drunk, though. Not overtly, and that’s probably how he ended up spotting the thin frame of an underdressed girl on the side of the road. Deciding that he maybe shouldn’t be an asshole for one night, he slowed to a stop, rolling the passenger side window down- only to find himself staring eye to eye with someone he hadn’t seen in ages. Sabrina. He gaped for a moment in disbelief before his lips curled into a shit-eating grin as he purred, “Well, well. Long time, no see, baby girl.” His eyes batted up and down her shivering frame, chuckling as he hit the unlock button and beckoned, “Get in before you freeze.” It was no secret she’d been his favorite girl when they were younger, following her around like a puppy until she kicked the pack to the curb and closed herself off. He might have called it a crush then, but now he didn’t think he was capable of such feelings. He was nothing but a flirt now, one that just loved to tease and get under people’s skin.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Jan 23, 2017 19:55:09 GMT
Watching the car slow down but still being unsure if it was actually going to stop was agonizing. It would be just Sabrina’s luck to have someone slow down, get her hopes up and then just drive off again. She should have just walked home the moment her car gave up and demanded to be fed. Greedy bugger. Seems the world was on her side that night however.
Taking a step towards the car as the passenger window was rolled, Sabrina peered inside. The man behind the wheel surprised her. Blake, cocky as ever had stopped for her (okay, maybe he hadn’t known it was her but he’d still stopped so she’d take it). She hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, not properly anyway. Sure, their paths crossed from time to time but Sabrina tended to avoid conversation with that crowd and by that crowd she meant the Pines pack. They were the family she’d choose ten times over if she could. Yet, she’d stayed away, she’d been the one to leave it behind and maybe she thought about it more often than she’d like to admit. Over time, she’d come to accept that that was in her past and that all she needed to focus on now was making some money and getting good enough grades to leave the wretched town and her actual family behind. She missed it though. She missed them (and yes, that included Murphy because she related to his level of bitterness).
Blake’s smile was one that Sabrina would probably have been able to recognise even if she went blind. Probably because she’d received a lot when they were younger, when whenever she looked around he seemed to be there. There was something beneath that look now that hadn’t been there before - a level of ferality. It matched what she’d heard about him. A ladies man and a complete flirt, a different girl every night to keep him company. She simultaneously struggled to believe it and yet could completely see it. There’d been a couple of times when she’d thought she’d seen him at parties and had an urge to grab him by the ear and tell him to not fuck the next girl he saw before he caught some kind of disease. She’d held herself back though and he seemed to be doing fine so what did she care. “Hey, G.I. Blake,” Sabrina said, it was a nickname she’d called him by when they were younger and she’d found an old G.I. Joe action figure that mildly resembled him. The name had stuck around for a while, the only issue with it was that it didn’t roll off the tongue quite as easily as she would have liked but she could deal with it. She’d had a nickname of sorts for everyone in the pack; it had been a way to make her feel more grounded to them. She wasn’t even sure they’d remember all the nicknames now. She did though, she still did.
There was a moment of hesitance within her when he unlocked the door and told her to get in. Not because it meant completely abandoning her car which she would have ended up doing anyway but because of his reputation. Sure, she didn’t actually care what people thought about her but did she completely trust him? She had years before but time changed people more than anything else. Pulling open the door before she could overthink her decision anymore, Sabrina slid into the passenger seat. “Thanks,” she said, shutting the door with a thud. “But know, if you make a move on me, I will go all Charlize Theron in Monster on your ass.” She was taking a Psychology class at school and the Forensics module was really matching her take no shit attitude well.
“Can you take me home or to the closest gas station? Whatever’s easiest for you?” Sabrina asked, checking that she had no missed calls on her phone to only find that it had officially died. At least she still had her keys, right?
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on May 30, 2017 3:38:05 GMT
God. G.I. Blake. It had been years since he’d been called that. He could have cried at the sound of the nickname rolling off of her tongue. Well, he would have if he was a pussy who let his feelings twist his heart like that- and he most definitely wasn’t. Still, he couldn’t stop the edges of his lips from tugging upwards in a grin. It was something about her, or maybe it was just that it was always her, or, the most likely option, he was buzzed and she was pretty and held what was left of his heart in the palm of her hand. Worst was that she didn’t even know it, he didn’t think she ever did. His smile faltered at that, but he was quick to patch it back into place. She couldn’t know he had any weaknesses, couldn’t know it was her. Damn that liquor. If he wasn’t drunk, and hell, it took an awful lot to get him this wasted, he wouldn’t be fighting for control over his thoughts like this. It wasn’t even like he was capable of being overtly intoxicated, for his body was sobering him up by the minute- and he was never one to want to lose the buzz he worked so hard to achieve, but as Sabrina settled into the passenger seat and batted her lashes at him, he knew he’d need his mind at full capacity to keep himself from looking like a fool.
It was just that he hadn’t seen her in forever, that he was inebriated. Give him a second and he’d fall back into his douche-shoes with his emotions all but non-existent.
“Now, Brina,” he purred, slowly getting ahold of himself as he tore his eyes off of his old friend and focused on pulling his car back on the road, “No need to get so mean. I only put my hands on a lady if she begs me first.” He shot a wink her way before he turned his attention to the car radio. If he was being honest, he had no clue how he managed to get ahold of a driver’s license. His eyes were rarely on the road- always on the phone in his hand or the girl at his side. Since his phone was tucked into his pocket and he was trying his best not to look at Sabrina until he got ahold of himself, he was fussing over the radio as he continued to babble nonsense he was sure she didn’t want to hear. But this was Blake. He never learned how to shut up.
“Momma taught me how to treat a lady,” which was a bold lie and Sabrina knew it, that woman didn’t teach him anything but how to hate himself. Hell, maybe if she’d spent a little time nurturing him, he wouldn’t be fucking his way through Beacon Hills and it’s neighboring towns. But that was beside the point, he was just making conversation. “Said that if they threaten you with murder that it ain’t worth it,” he finished around a grin, daring to glance her way as he wiggled his brows teasingly, “Besides, who said I’d even want to make a move on you? Even a guy like me has standards and I draw the line at hitchhikers.” Sarcasm and stupid jokes were the only way he was going to make it through this drive.
At her request, he let his lip stick out in a pout. “What, you think I’m going to let you go just like that, Brina? It’s been years. You don’t want to stop and say ‘hi’ to the pack?” Surely she must know Ashton was back and here to stay, he hadn’t exactly been subtle about his entrance into Beacon Hills.
“Jensen misses you,” he threw out there, knowing it was low of him to do, but hey, he was desperate and no one could say no to that kid.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Jul 13, 2017 18:49:46 GMT
That grin- it was one that could light up an entire town. His face had matured over the years but the young boy she’d grown up with was still there, a fact which was so evident in his smile. So, sure, maybe he was a ladies man but Sabrina had a feeling she’d still know how to play him like a fiddle. Sabrina had wondered once or twice in the past if Blake had feelings for her that went beyond friendship. Asking that had always felt like off-limits and over time she’d given up on the idea, putting it down to them just being very close.
Something about Blake was off and Sabrina quickly sensed what it was. Alcohol. Burning its way through his veins quickly even as his body fought off the poison. Sabrina knew the feeling of becomingly almost instantly sober and having to continually drink through the night. Not that she’d ever be so stupid to drive whilst intoxicated even if the feeling wouldn’t last for long. He’d made it this far without seemingly coming to harm so Sabrina pushed down any feeling to chastise him, even if it was just so that she could escape the cold and actually go home. Besides, he’d sober up soon enough and she could always drive. It wasn’t like she drove without proper insurance anyway, that shit was too expensive and she had more important things to be saving up for.
Brina- just like how Sabrina had a nickname for each of the Pines pack boys, they seemed to have one for her, too. Because then they both start with a ‘B’, Blake had said to her when they were younger and the topic of their nicknames for each other came up. The sound of that nickname made her look straight at Blake, any thought of him being a different person now suddenly leaving her. He wasn’t fooling her with this whole ‘I’m a player’ act. No way, Blake, you’ll have to try harder than that. “I think you’d draw the line at a decomposing corpse but then again, I wouldn’t put a bit of necrophilia past you.” Most of what he’d said had come into one ear and then gone out of the other. His obsession with the radio had distracted her, causing her to lose slight track of what he was saying as she tried to put together and figure out whether he was actually being serious or not with what he was saying. He probably wasn’t being serious. He rarely was. She wasn’t going to tease him about his mother, was no longer sure if they were close enough for her to even mention that woman. It definitely wasn’t a light topic and probably not a good thing to suddenly jump into and discuss.
Looking back at Blake, she caught a glance of his grin and couldn’t help but crack a short laugh. An idiot. He was an idiot but the protective feeling she’d had over him for years hadn’t faded even during their time apart. So, yes, he was an idiot but he was her idiot to protect. She just had to get back to doing that because clearly things weren’t going too well without her and yes, she was going to toot her own trumpet and think that. After all, as far as she could tell this fuckboy persona had only emerged the moment she’d dumped the rest of the pack. There had to be some kind of correlation there.
His pout had her raising an eyebrow, immediately ready to launch into an argument with him to remind him that even though he was driving, she was in charge. His words stopped her though. Any retort she’d had slipped away. She knew Ashton was back, who didn’t? Even if the two had left on bad terms, it wasn’t like she could ignore his existence in Beacon Hills. The Jensen line was what threw her back into action, a look of indignation painting her features. “Oh, you’re playing the Jenny card? That’s low.” She replied, shaking her head but the idea of seeing them had lit a flame of excitement in her. Not that that flame had ever really gone out. She missed them all like crazy. Might as well meet up with them now. “But fine, I’ll say hi- don’t expect me to play nice, though.” Sabrina said, resting an elbow on the door, head leant against the window as the road rushed past.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on Sept 21, 2017 15:45:05 GMT
"If she’s attractive and still warm, I may just keep my options open,” Blake purred, eyes trained on the dim road ahead of him even as his mind wandered. Would he fuck a corpse? Could he? He was used to responsive partners, endless moaning and clawing—he really didn’t know if he’d be comfortable having sex with something dead, but then again, he couldn’t knock it until he tried it. Not that be planned to defile a dead person any time soon, but who knows. Maybe one day. Scrunching his nose up at the thought, he silently chastised him for fantasizing about a cold body when there was a very warm, very Sabrina one right next to him—only, he knew better than to let his mind have its way with the idea of her. That never went anywhere decent. Vulgar, yes. Sexual, absolutely. Appropriate for the moment with her a breath away? Definitely not. There was no way he would be able to explain a tent in his pants right now—so he went back to thinking about that damn corpse to flush the heat from his veins. God, it’s been years. How was he not over her? He had fucked his way through Beacon Hills and most of the neighboring towns, how did she still have a hold on him? He hated for it as much as he loved the idea of her in his bed rather than any blonde bimbo he’d climbed on top of. Fuck. Dead body. Think of the dead body.
It felt like several minutes before he spoke again, but glancing at the clock, it had barely been one.
“But personally, I prefer someone a little more vocal,” he continued, picking up his previous chain of conversation—pretending he was just having a mental fight with himself over her presence. He had to get ahold of himself. Sabrina left. She left the pack. She left him. That sobered him up quickly enough. He wouldn’t be in this position, wouldn’t be deemed not only the town gossip but Beacon Hills’ grandest man whore if she hadn’t high-tailed it out of his life. Biting his bottom lip to keep himself in check, he let all fantasies of having her underneath him, or hell, even holding his hand if she was into that girly shit, because it wasn’t happening. There was the slightest of bites in his tone as he continued, still playful, but it was a bit more forced as his thoughts lined up in his head, “And you know, someone who can give consent. I’m an ass, but I’m not a dick. There’s a difference.” Subtle, but important. He could be rude and brash, but he would never force himself upon someone else. Not that he’d ever have to. Women threw themselves at him. He didn’t have to ask when they were already begging.
A smirk curled the corner of his lips upwards at that, the tension bleeding from him for the time being. He was so hot and cold with her, unsure what to do or feel. He hadn’t spoken to her in years. She didn’t give any of the chance to. Blake didn’t know how to act, didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t been this way when she’d abandoned them back then, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep up the act now—but was it even an act at this point? He’d taken this role to heart, he had become the character he’d always pretended to be. Maybe he was still that boy, maybe he wasn’t. He was still to buzzed to think that deeply.
He was thankful that she didn’t call bullshit on his comment about his mom, wasn’t sure he could go down that road with her right now—or ever again. He was all fun and games right now, grinning and teasing, but underneath the façade? He was hurt. Sabrina had broken his trust, had left him high and dry when he needed her most—when his mom was bringing home a new man every week and forgot to feed him every other day. He’d needed her to talk to and she’d bailed on him. He couldn’t confide in any of the boys over this. Ashton wouldn’t understand, his family was perfect. Jensen was dealing with his parents on the brink of divorce. Murphy had a shithole of a home too, and while they could relate to absent mothers, he couldn’t bring himself to pile his problems onto someone who was barely keeping himself afloat then. So he’d bottled it up and found an new outlet. Sex, what a surprise. So maybe this was her fault and maybe he didn’t trust her more than pretending everything was fine, but he would never say that. Talking about his feelings wasn’t his thing anymore. He wasn’t a pussy and he sure as hell wasn’t good-boy Jensen who was hellbent on being not only his father, but his therapist. Bless the kid, but Blake wasn’t going to fucking talk about his mommy issues and how that relates to his latest fuck.
“Of course I’m playing the ‘Jenny card’. You wouldn’t come to see us if I played the ‘Murphy card’, now would you?” Blake teased, falling back into his more comfortable jokester persona. God, was it tiring trying to keep up with all these personalities in his head. He needed a shrink. Or another drink. The drink is more likely. “I don’t think you can even play nice, so why would I expect it,” he chimed back, flashing her a blinding grin before setting his attention back on the road. “Jensen’s got himself a girlfriend now, you know?” Blake updated her, knowing it would probably be best if she had some idea of who the pack was now—plus, he fucking loved gossiping. Sue him. “And so does Ash. Seems pretty legit this time, but you know him,” he said with a shrug and slight pout, disappointed that he really didn’t know much about Jade and Ashton—not as much as he’d like to, “And Murphy’s, well, he’s Murphy. Still a dickhead, but he’s my dickhead,” he beamed, like he was proud that he was the one James got along best with. And you can bet your ass he was fucking proud about that. It was like conquering a dragon. It was a fucking feat to do.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Jun 4, 2018 10:13:42 GMT
Dead bodies- that was seriously all they could come up to talk about? A conversation that would make most people feel uncomfortable, especially when they were talking about having sex with said bodies, was what they were stuck talking about? Damn, maybe Sabrina had left it too long and all she’d be able to talk to Blake about these days was utter garbage. Then again, they had most of their conversations before what should and shouldn’t be spoken about was a major thing for their age, so maybe this was only natural. Even if the thought of necrophilia was one that was very unnatural- even coming from a werewolf.
He wouldn’t do it though, would he? No, no Blake may have had a reputation bigger than his ego but corpses were a step that Sabrina doubted he would move on to. That’s what she had to hope. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had a type or if ‘attractive’ and ‘warm’ were the only two criteria he had. Her brain quickly shut down that idea when the thought of whether she was his type popped into her mind. Those years apart had, physically, done him well and Sabrina found herself studying his profile out of the corner of her eye. She should have taken one of the countless opportunities she’d had at parties to go and talk to him but the fear of rejection and not having the right words to say to him had always held her back. Besides, Sabrina had a small reputation of her own to uphold. Blake wasn’t the only one who found themselves draped around someone else’s body at parties. Not that Sabrina did it as much as Blake but she was no stranger to using parties as a place to let off different kinds of steam.
Too heavy, the air was too heavy and even though she’d been freezing just minutes ago, Sabrina found herself rolling down the car window and breathing in long gulps of the night air. When Blake spoke again he was still talking about the stupid dead body but at least it stopped Sabrina thinking about Blake in the way that she’d just been. Friends, that’s all they were. All they had been, now Sabrina didn’t know what they meant to each other. Just somebody that she used to know. And love and trust. She’d regretted leaving them the moment she’d done it. The gradual distancing had stopped her sleeping, each night her hand had reached for her phone about to call any of the Pines’ pack but she’d never hit dial. So, the distance had grown and with things between her Ashton not exactly amazing, she’d never figured a way to bridge that gap once it had formed. At the end of the day, it had been her decision to make when she left and so it would have been her decision to come back or attempt to come back, anyway. An attempt was never made. Sabrina spent spare time in school in the library, studying and keeping to herself where she knew it was unlikely to run across the boys. Parties were more difficult so she went to the busiest ones, arrived late and left early with someone in her hand. She’d learnt and adapted to ways to minimise the amount of potential time that she could run in with the family she’d ditched and disappeared away from. If they never wanted to take her back, she’d understand. Even if it broke her. She’d brought it upon herself. She’d found ways to cope with the full moon, the hunters and everything else that came with the territory of being a werewolf. So really, she didn’t need the pack. Need and want were two things that her mind constantly argued back and forth over. The pack was a situation where ‘want’ was almost always winning.
Blake’s voice changed then and Sabrina found herself closing her eyes, hair catching in the breeze coming through the window. “Blake, I’m not judging you.” Sabrina said, eyes still shut because with him she didn’t need them open. She knew him, better than anyone else. “I know you’re not a dick because that’s Murphy’s job.” Cracking open her left eye, Sabrina watched him lazily. She noticed the smirk and knew that he hadn’t really changed. She could see right through this act he’d so carefully built and used. Boy deserved an Oscar really. Then again, if he couldn’t fool her… maybe it wasn’t worth it. No, she couldn’t let herself think like that. She meant nothing to him now, clearly. Actually, no. She had to stop arguing with herself. Sabrina was normally so certain of what she was feeling and the next move to make but here, in such close quarters with Blake her brain was dancing circles around her heart. She couldn’t think clearly, at all.
There were questions springing to her mind most of them along the lines of “how are you really doing?” and “why didn’t you try and bring me back to the pack?” but now was not the time. That time had been months ago. The moment for understanding was gone.
Jensen, the boy who had always gotten Sabrina a band-aid when she’d fallen over even when they both knew it would heal quickly enough. The brother she’d always wanted. She’d left him, too. Left all of them. Like some cold heartless bitch who couldn’t deal with her own problems and didn’t want to admit them to people who had loved her and always been her friend. Leaving had never been the answer. It had been the coward’s way out. Her and Ashton could have worked out their differences but it was and easy guise to leave the pack over. “Hey, I can play nice when I want to.” Sabrina said, making herself smile in the moment. Everything in her mind was too heavy. Too many unsaid things and excuses floating around.
Jensen and Ashton both with girlfriends that Sabrina didn’t know about almost made her feel proud of how well she’d been able to keep out of the loop. She did know Ash though and could only hope that whoever the girl was, she had some common sense. “Hmm, at least some things never change.” Sabrina mused, rubbing her arms with her hands to try and ease her goosebumps. Sure, she could close the window but the window felt like a way to escape. It was staying open. “Not much is happening with me,” Sabrina said figuring maybe it was now her time to share. “I work a lot, that’s where I got this super cute and not at all incredibly flammable outfit. I study, too.” Sabrina looked ahead at the road, lit by the waning moon. “Basically do anything I can to get out of this town.” She had to leave, once she was settled somewhere knew she’d get her younger sister and bring her with her. Get them both away from their remaining brothers and their absent parents. Start fresh. That was what she needed. What she wanted.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on Apr 21, 2022 22:46:49 GMT
The whistling of winter wind had startled him, but as the cold bite of the frosted air bit his heated skin, he welcomed it. The car was stuffy, heavy with unsaid words and filtered emotions. It was clear they were both uncomfortable being around one another and talking about fucking dead bodies definitely hadn’t helped, but Blake didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t know who to be around Sabrina anymore. She wasn’t his little lady friend. She wasn’t his partner in crime. She wasn’t the girl who had him a blushing, fumbling mess. She wasn’t anything to him anymore. Sabrina was a traitor. She’d left him. She knew he couldn’t handle that, knew his father had abandoned him and she still left him over something small and stupid and devastated him. But he’d never say that. He would silently blame her for who he had become and take pride in the man he’d made himself to be. He knew it all. He could do anything he wanted because he had a secret up his sleeve that made the right person turn a blind eye to him. He was a monster she created.
Or at least it was easier to blame her than face facts that he was always destined to be a fuck-up. Like father, like son.
Blake basked in the silence, trying to get a grip on his emotions and kept his eyes on the road. Sabrina was here. She was back. Not exactly voluntary, but he was bringing her home–to their home. He wishes she would have never left.
When he met her, he couldn’t stand her. She was sassy and stubborn and made his heart race in his chest. They bickered to no end, Jensen playing mediator until they reached a vital moment in their relationship. She’d held out that damn action figure to him, cracking a joke about the similarities and he’d been hooked since. He followed her around like a lost puppy, lapping up any attention he could get from the girl. He didn’t care that her and Ashton didn’t get along–realized then that he was drawn to her because she was so much like the boy he worshiped. When Ash was gone, he relied on Sabrina to fill that role, on Jensen to keep him in line. They were a family–and when Murphy came along, he became family too. Blake had never had anything to lose before. As they grew, Jensen and Sabrina got closer while Murphy and him raised hell. The pair kept the boys in line, forced into parental roles at such a young age. Still, Blake adored her. He was thirteen when he realized he liked her, but he didn't know how to handle that. He didn’t want to scare her off, didn’t want to lose her. Hell, he didn’t even know what love was supposed to look like. His grandparents died when he was young. His mother never brought home another partner. He didn’t know his dad. Jensen’s parents had recently divorced. Ashton’s parents were the only strong couple he knew, but he only saw them sparingly. Love meant losing and Blake didn’t want to lose Sabrina. After Murphy got sick, he hadn’t known what to do, lost and pained and sought comfort in those closest. Sabrina had been his shoulder while they waited for Ashton to come that summer, she had been the one to keep him from tearing at the seams. Once Murphy was turned, things shifted. The focus was on keeping him in line, in figuring out how to be a proper pack with no real alpha to lead them. But it worked, they worked, until they didn’t. Until Ashton got drunk and kissed Sabrina. Until she slapped him silly and left the pack. He’d been cut to the core. His best friend had kissed the girl he’d been in love with–though, to be fair, he hadn’t told anyone he loved her to begin with, so he couldn’t blame him. But he hated him, as much as he could, for stealing that from him and pushing her away. Later, they learned it wasn’t just Ashton’s fault, but they didn’t know it all. Blake hated not knowing it all.
She was out of his life for two years. He thought it was his fault, that because he loved her, he lost her.
He hadn’t loved anything since.
But here she was. He almost wishes he had driven past with the way his palms were sweating and heart was racing, but she was back. He wasn’t letting her go now.
Blake relaxed his shoulders as she broke the silence, glad he was given an escape from his thoughts and relieved she wasn’t judging him. He didn’t think he could handle that from her right now. Or ever. Yeah, not ever. He wasn’t the little shit she once knew. He was all ego and secrets and girls. “You’re right about that,” he said in a low tone, not trusting his voice after that walk down memory lane. His face was a careful mask, eyes blank but lips in a cocky grin. “Murphy is still the biggest asshole I know,” but he was family. The guy was like his brother.
He wondered, then, if she knew why Ashton was back, but knew better than to spill that secret right before she came face to face with the acclaimed reason she had left.
His eyes cut to the side then, watching her carefully as she spoke about herself. It was a lie, he didn’t have to be a werewolf to know that, but he didn’t press for her to expand. He let his gaze rake over her uniform, taking in the way her curves had filled in–how beautiful she’d become–and couldn’t stop himself from joking, “It does you a few favors, for sure. Has my uniform kink working overtime.” He sent her a wink, internally face-palming for saying something so stupid, but he couldn’t shut himself up. “You know, I always fantasized about bending a little waitress over.” And god, why the fuck did he say that? He was thankful that the dark hid the red in his cheeks, but knew she could hear the hard thump of his heart in his chest.
He shut his mouth then, finally realizing what she’d said before he’d put his foot in his mouth. Get out of this town. She wanted to leave Beacon Hills for good. Leave him for good. Blake took it personally when he knew he shouldn’t have. But fuck logic.
“Why did you leave?”
The ‘me’ was silent, but the weight of it was heavy enough to be heard without being said.
He hadn’t meant to ask, but hadn’t been able to stop himself in time. He wanted to know, needed to before he brought her back to the pack. They only had a few miles before he was pulling into the dirt driveway, but he’d drive around all night until she promised it wasn’t his fault. That he hadn’t been why she left.
“And don’t say Ashton. I know what he did was fucked up, but that wasn’t really why, was it?” There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, eyes cutting her way again as he tried to fish the truth out of her.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Apr 28, 2022 21:02:46 GMT
It was impossible for Sabrina to ignore the silent words between them. Traitor, traitor, traitor. They'd crossed her mind hundreds of times in the weeks after she'd left. Every time she'd felt that urge to pick up her phone - to message Jensen, to call Blake, hell to even send a funny video to Murphy which she knew he'd just ignore (mainly because it was poking fun at him, but hey, she didn't say he would find it funny) - that thought alone had stopped her. So she'd gone cold turkey, no contact with any of them. It was easy to ignore the boys during the summer but school had been harder. She'd walk in late, take her lunch in the library where she knew they'd never be, and leave by hopping the fence at the back of the school. She was 16 and she'd had no friends. She'd run as soon as her feet hit the dirt behind the school, desperate to pick up her younger sister before any nosy parents or teachers started asking her questions. Why is your sister so thin? We're worried about her. She doesn't socialise with the others. Miss Mets we contacted your parents last week but we've heard nothing back. We can't keep giving her lunch when no one pays. Sabrina, we have to contact- No, that conversation still haunted Sabrina. Her sister had only been back at school for a week, Sabrina hadn't been able to get to her as quickly as she wanted to. Blake had been lingering outside the building she'd needed to sneak out of. She'd waited ten minutes standing so still, willing her heart to stop beating so damn loudly until he'd picked up his phone with a cheery 'hey' and left. By the time she'd gotten to her sister, her teacher Mrs Grech was waiting holding her sister's bag so that Sabrina would be forced into conversation. Sabrina didn't have any of the answers, not ones that would cause less damage. She'd stood there, once again forcing herself still and listened with a blank expression, nodding when she needed to but otherwise saying nothing than an empty promise that her eldest brother would call the next day. Of course he hadn't. So now Sabrina ran as quickly as her feet would carry her - with the mayhem of the school parking lot, it was easier than driving and having to end up behind an asshole that couldn't figure out how to reverse correctly.
Over the months... over the past two years, it had gotten easier. But she still ran to her younger sister, now ten years old and wise enough to know what was going on. It was them against the world, Sabrina and Addie. They shared a room to this day, Sabrina taking the top bunk even though she nearly hit her head against the ceiling every single morning. It was easier to change wet bed sheets when they were close to the ground. Most of the time, Sabrina didn't know what to do. She acted on impulse and the one goal she had. To leave. Leave with enough money to bring Addie and cut off all contact with her brothers (all five of them, there wasn't one who she particularly cared to remember) and parents who she hadn't had a proper conversation with in ten months. She didn't know if Addie would shift when she hit puberty, half hoped that she didn't. That's what Sabrina had wanted for herself. To be human. Even if the Pines Pack was what had saved her so many times. That sort of friendship and bond didn't exist between humans, Sabrina had learnt that all too well during her time alone. Technically, she wasn't packless - her parents were both werewolves, and so were three of her brothers. But she couldn't stand to be around them. Sabrina was just glad that the Pines had never caught wind of what she did during full moons these days. How she'd made a safe place far, far away from anyone because her control had slipped massively. Her fault, that's what she reminded herself every time. Miraculously, it was that slight self-hatred that stopped her from leaving that hidden place every time. That and the journal she kept there where she wrote down every single impulse and urge she had during those long, lonely nights. Recently she'd started going there more often, writing more and trying to figure out her next steps.
No one here would miss her anymore. Besides being a regular at parties, a decent waitress and below average student she wasn't anyone to the general population.
She'd been still in the car for too long, or at least that's how she felt. Shaking her head lightly to clear the downward spiral she could feel herself falling into, Sabrina brought her attention back to whatever Blake was saying - which just so happened to be him filling her in on a particular fantasy of his. A sharp laugh cracked out of her before she could stop it. It wasn't exactly a warm, happy sound. More shock than anything. Her mind scrambled, the wink and the way he'd studied her making her toes curl ever so slightly. Only slightly though, she wouldn't give him that much of an ego boost. "I've tried it, it's not all that it's cracked up to be." She replied, amusement now in her tone as she hoped that it'd goad him just a little. From the steady but loud sound of his heart she could guess he hadn't meant to say that. "Especially when the table is still sticky," she added on. She couldn't start a sexual conversation with Blake, not right now. Not when this was the first time they'd spoken in two years. Surely there was more small talk they could occupy themselves with.
Or maybe time for small talk was over.
She'd imagined this conversation every full moon. There were scripts of it written out in her journal. Sometimes the ink was so thick as she pressed hard, anger digging it's way into the thin paper. Sometimes the words were completely smudged as tears that she just couldn't hold back fell and didn't stop until the sun broke over the horizon. There were pages ripped out, angry claw marks scattering single sentences to the wind.
She'd never imagined it to happen like this. Sat in Blake's car in her stupid waitress outfit that got her the majority of her tips. She thought she'd do something heroic for them, that she'd never need to explain why. Had hoped that all would simply be forgiven and forgotten.
The uncertainty in his voice broke her heart. He'd trusted her and she'd trusted him. She'd broken it.
"I'm sorry." The words were quiet, the wind rushing through the window nearly gobbling up the sound. But they both had keen hearing. She knew he wouldn't miss what she'd said. "Ashton is... someone I don't really bother myself with thinking about." Sabrina admitted. He'd played a part in her leaving, that was for sure and they'd never exactly been friends but it was easy to say when Ashton was seldom there. She didn't have to avoid him in the hallway at school in the way she did the other boys. "I had a lot of stuff going on, Blake. And you..." what would she say? That he wouldn't understand? That wasn't fair or true. "And you," she continued daring a glance over at him "wouldn't see it the way I did. The way I do." What a bullshit explanation.
Sabrina kept her mouth silent for a moment. She felt like the only thing that would fix this was the truth and not some half-assed excuse. Bracing herself, pushing her hands against her lap and taking a deep breath, Sabrina began to speak. "I don't see my parents anymore. They don't come home and Oscar and Isaac are both moved out now." It was easy for her eldest brothers, they were the two human ones who didn't have to worry about how their emotional outbursts could have cutting effects, quite literally. "It's me, Addie, the two shitheads and Luke. It's been that way for three years. At first, Oscar and Isaac would come home once a month each to check in but now I'm lucky if it's every six months. I do everything." She didn't want to sound like she was complaining, didn't know how to make herself sound fine with it and not like a petulant child who had just had to grow up a bit earlier than her peers. "I cook, I clean, I repair the stuff they break. I take Addie to school and I pick her up every day. I drop her at our neighbour's house and then rush back to school to study or I go and work. I don't have time to look after four teenage boys with overactive puppy tendencies." Pushing a hand through her hair, Sabrina sighed knowing that she wasn't exactly saying why she'd left and was more just explaining how her life worked now.
"You were my best friends. You were the brothers I wanted to have." Luke she hated the least but he was hardly around these days, having landed a girlfriend who lived three hours drive away. When he was home he did at least help to take care of Addie, but that was a couple of nights a month at this point. "Ashton kissed me - he shouldn't have and I probably shouldn't have slapped him after, either. It was an easy way to get out. I had to get out to take care of my sister." Was that the truth? "I had to..." Sabrina pushed her head back against the seat, fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt. "I had to leave because I knew if I didn't leave then, I never would. And what if Addie shifts one night and I'm not there? What if my brothers lose it and hurt each other? What if one night I'm too damn distracted arguing with Murphy or beating Jensen at Uno that I'm not there for my family." A family she, on the whole, hated. Didn't add up.
"I left because I can't be selfish." Because if she'd stayed a few months longer there would have been no turning back. As it was, her leaving had left a physically ache inside of her for weeks. A pain no amount of medicine would ease. A heart pulled apart from those who held a part of it. From Blake who she'd missed the most. "I left because I couldn't continue to see you and know that I couldn't give the pack what they wanted, what they needed." The Pines Pack were too dependent on her. She knew that any slipup on her side when they needed her would have serious consequences and the truth of it was that she couldn't give them her all. Couldn't give Blake her undivided attention. Even if she wanted to.
Sitting quietly, heart slowing down as she realised there wasn't much more she could add, Sabrina turned her head slowly over to Blake. Blake the womaniser. Blake the gossip. Blake the best friend, her best friend. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't and still can't give you all what you deserve. I wish I had something funny to say but that's the truth of it, Blake."
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on Apr 29, 2022 4:23:22 GMT
Blake didn’t get angry anymore. Or well, not in the way he used to. As a child, he was full of spite and misplaced aggression. He was a bully, rough and rowdy, and always shoving some kids face down in the sand. He was mean. His mother was only that in name alone. She hadn’t wanted him. His father had taken advantage of her with his handsome mug and a few one-liners and she dropped her panties and spread her legs. He was her first, promising her a ticket out of this town. She didn’t know better, parents clutching the bible a little too tight. His father left in the dead of the night, she had no way of searching for him. His grandparents wouldn’t let her abort him, it wasn’t in their religion. Sherri suffered the ache of labor, of carrying a child for nine months and wishing he hadn’t wailed out with his first breath. Maybe she loved him, after holding him in her arms for the first time. Maybe something shattered in her chest and made room for him. Maybe he’d never know. She had to grow up fast, had to take on a job, and juggle schoolwork. Blake couldn’t remember his grandparents more than blurred memories. He could faintly remember the last time his mother hugged him, sobbing as her parents were wheeled out on stretchers behind him. Sherri had shut down then, too late to get rid of him and not motherly enough to properly provide for the five-year-old. Blake was neglected, thin from neglect, and his eyes hollow with loss. He would scream and kick and claw. He would drag kids by their hair and curse at the teachers with words he’d heard from movies he shouldn’t have been allowed to watch. He was brimming with hate, seething with the desire to be seen. Being a good, quiet boy had made eyes pass over him without a second look. Being a bad, loud-mouthed shithead had gotten him a bruise on his arm from where his teacher held his arm a little too tight as she chastised him. He was finally noticed, had finally gotten attention.
If Ashton hadn’t put him in his place that day on the playground, maybe Blake wouldn’t have gotten better. Maybe he’d be dead with the way he’d been. Picked on the wrong kid and ended up with a bullet between his eyes or a knife in his back.
Ashton had been his saving grace, a haloed man shimmering in the light of the California sun. He gave him a home, a family. He gave him Jensen and Jensen gave him Sabrina. He’d given him Murphy. If that punk of a little kid hadn’t twisted Blake’s arm behind his back and threatened to skin him alive while Jensen begged for him to let go, well, he could spend a lifetime with the maybes.
The breeze trickling in through the cracked window cooled Blake’s skin, easing the tension in his shoulders.
He didn’t get angry anymore. He wasn’t the bully who’d nearly knocked Jensen’s tooth out. He wasn’t the monster who cornered a girl and cut her pigtails off with kiddy scissors. He wasn’t the Blake she knew.
Not long after he’d caught his first secret, Blake learned that his anger was holding him back. He learned subtly, he learned to use charm and disarming smiles. He learned that bending down to help a girl grab her fallen pencils earned him another truth to store for later. He learned to gain trust and earn little whispers to add to his collection.
So, no, he didn’t get angry anymore.
But his lip raised in a snarl at the mention of someone else bending her over. It was the left side, obscured from her line of sight as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn’t like it, didn’t like that she went on–made it sticky and rancid. He knew he couldn’t get upset. Blake shouldn’t be jealous. She wasn’t his. He had slept with dozens of women. He could let an even more detailed telling fall from his own lips. She left him. She didn’t know how he felt. She didn’t care how he felt. He had no right to be bothered that she had so easily moved on from them. From him.
Except he was. He was bothered, but not angry. Blake wasn’t angry. He didn’t add anything to the topic, lips pressed in a firm line as he pressed down on the gas a little harder.
Even as she began to speak, as she spilled excuses in that angelic voice and begged for him to forgive her without saying as much. She didn’t have to. He could read between her lines, even now. He knew her.
Sabrina had been his best friend. Jensen was a responsibility and Murphy was his partner in crime, but Sabrina was different. She was the shoulder he could lean on, the one he’d make heart eyes at as she put him in his place. She was his home.
Blake closed his eyes tightly, just for a moment, as his cheeks burned and fingers tightened on the wheel. Her family. He knew it was her family. There was nothing else he could think of that would explain her leaving so suddenly. He should have done something back then, should have pulled her back, but he was a kid. He was just a stupid, lovesick boy that was too scorned to even think of chasing after her. He’d taken it personally, had been so quick to shove her in with the rest of the world that had left him behind. So quick to blame the lost girl on the burden of his mother’s sins.
He listened to her ramble, fingers flexing occasionally as he kept his eyes on the road. He wanted to interrupt, to give her his two cents, but he couldn’t find his voice. He noted everything she’d said, ever the diligent listener, and as her words came to a mumbled ending, he took a deep breath.
Blake wasn’t angry. He didn’t get angry anymore.
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” his voice was cool–it was level and calm. His heart raced at the word, eyes squinted to hold back any liquid emotion that was pressing at the back of them. Bullshit. Uncle Benny used to call them that, used to holler at them as he raised another pint of whatever liquor had piqued his interest that day. Bullshit. BS. Blake and Sabrina. He’d have a grin splitting his face in two, saying that just because their initials are bullshit doesn’t mean that little B had to pull tiny S flowers from his wife’s garden. He’d chase them around the yard, arms held up high and teasing as Ashton and Jensen watched idly from the porch, chuckling around their popsicles. Mrs. Pines would come out and chastise them all before welcoming them in for dinner. She’d pinch her husband’s ear and drag him in before winking over her shoulder at the pair and telling them to not get back up to any more bullshit. They used to be quite the pair. A team. He sighed.
“If anyone would have understood, it would have been us. It would have been me, Brina,” he continued, wanting to look her way to gauge her reaction but he knew she’d see through him and the bravado he had thrown on. He was strong. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t falling apart listening to her talk.
“So you can cut it out with that bullshit,” fuck, that word, “You know that’s not fair. Murph and I have shit homes. You know how torn up Jenny was when his momma left. Ashton would get it now, but it wasn’t like he was really around back then. ‘Sides, he isn’t such a dick and you know that. You know we would have gotten it and helped,” he sighed, cutting his eyes to her briefly as his heart settled on his sleeve. He’d always been emotional, not sure how to keep his book shut so he stuffed the pages with other’s secrets–made it harder to seek out his own. “I’m sorry that all of it went to hell, Brina. You shouldn’t have had to do that alone. You wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t shut us out,” Blake was shocked at how even his voice was–no heat, but perhaps a chill. He was hurt, he was sad–he wasn’t angry. He wanted to bristle at her comment about them, but he knew it wasn’t fair. They had all been kids, it hadn’t been fair for them to rely so heavily on her and Jensen be guide them, to look out for them. It wasn’t fair for her to assume they’d have kept her in that role if they knew about what was going on.
Blake could go back and forth, and he did for a moment as he nibbled on his bottom lip. Finally, he settled on what he knew he had to say. Anything else would be wrong. This was Sabrina. This was the first girl he’d ever been friends with, the only girl to make his heart sing to a song he didn’t know the words to. As badly as he wanted to get angry, he couldn’t. He could never be angry with her.
Devastated? Miserable? Cry himself to sleep over her? Hell yeah. But angry? No. He couldn’t.
He purposefully didn’t acknowledge her ‘brother’ comment. Yeah, he’d been hopeful thinking she’d ever reciprocate, but he knew it was pointless. He was family to her. Important, but in the worst kind of way when she held his heart in her palm. Fucking crushes. It was pitiful and weak and that’s why he was the way he was now. He shoved the feeling down, accepting the truth as he heard it from her lips.
“We’re not little kids anymore. We wouldn’t have been perfect, but we could have lightened the load for you. Addie loves Jensen and the boys are scared shitless of Murphy. And you know I would have done anything for ya,” still would, but he couldn’t say that, “Ashton fucked up. He knows that. No one blames you for what you did.” Blake wanted to beat Ashton that night, the rage trickling back in, but he couldn’t. No one knew about his feelings, he couldn’t be mad at Ash for something like that. It was his own fault for being a pussy. Still, watching her smack him had been gratifying. His lip lifted once more as he tried to find a way to answer what she’d said, bothered by how contradictory she was being.
“Sabrina,” and he never used her full name, he meant business but couldn’t meet her eye as he turned down a road that lead them towards the cabin, “You never had to leave. You weren’t being selfish being with us, you were being a kid. You would have been better off bringing Addie along with you than suffering all on your own. She’d be safer turning with the pack. You’d be safer.” There wasn’t a full moon he hadn’t thought about her, always seeking her out at school, just a peek of her, to prove she was still alive. It was the only thing he allowed himself to have when it came to her, would avoid her like the plague at all costs otherwise. “All we ever wanted was you to be happy, Brina. You’re our friend. You’re pack. You were my fucking best friend and if you just talked to me, we would have figured out some way to help. You have no idea how fucking shitty it was to just watch you go and not know what I did wrong.” He slipped up, hadn’t meant to admit that. He wished he could fall back into his cocky persona, but that wasn’t who he was with her, but he needed to be. He needed that barrier between them right now.
He couldn’t find the strength for the charade.
“Point is, you should have trusted us the way we trusted you. Your excuses are shitty and it doesn’t make a damn thing better,” Blake was nearly pouting now, but he’d fight tooth and nail to deny it, “I was so fucking miserable. And maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I thought we were family too. You and the boys were all I had–they’re still all I have. I would have done anything, Brina. Absolutely anything for you. I don’t know where I went wrong to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me.”
He pulled to a stop in the driveway then, throwing the car in park and shutting the headlights off. He could see the silhouettes of the cousins in the living room window, the curtains making them nothing more than shadowed figures. They paused at the sound of his car but resumed whatever they were doing after a moment. Murphy was asleep, the boy had a bedtime of nine p.m. sharp like an old ass man. Blake took in a deep breath before he turned to face Sabrina as best he could in the driver’s seat. His eyes were glistening, but he wouldn’t cry.
Maybe it would have been easier if he’d been angry, if he had snapped at her. Surely it would have been easier on his heart, the poor thing twisted in agony in his chest at hearing her suffering and knowing it could have been helped.
“I should have chased you,” he whispered, meeting her eyes head-on and trying to find the secrets hidden there. It was like the knife was twisted when he barely recognized who stared back at him.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on Apr 29, 2022 15:57:33 GMT
No comment from him on her sex life? That was a slight shock given his reputation these days but if anything, she'd just given him something to whisper about to the highest seller. Not that anyone would need something to hold over her head. She didn't care what they thought as long as she was safe, as long as Addie was kept out of it. When Luke was home or when her neighbour's were happy to take Addie out with their own daughter who was a similar age, Sabrina allowed herself to relax. She'd find the details for what party was going on that night. She'd put on an outfit that most people would be far too cold or uncomfortable in. She'd walk over, not trusting herself with driving because whilst she couldn't get drunk off three shots like most of the people she went to school with, she'd come up with a solution. Or rather, she'd found a solution after her fifth full moon alone. It was the worst shift of her life. She'd lost herself completely and gotten physically lost in the process. Alone and disorientated in the preserve, Sabrina had been found by a young girl who looked at her with pity. There was no fear on her face, just concern and in the haze of Sabrina's mind, a name had come to her. Rose Harper. The youngest Harper child, in her grade at school and most notable for hanging around the Gold pack. The Harpers were generally okay, only hunting when there was a genuine threat and the twins hadn't been seen for a while either way. Rose had recognised Sabrina instantly, well aware of the Mets family but clued up enough to know that that the Mets were a problem to one another - their claws and snaps aimed at each other's throats than an innocent passerby. "Sabrina" Rose had said, voice calm but quiet as she'd looked over her right shoulder staring deeper into the preserve. "I have something to help you - the sun will be up in an hour. This is only a small dose, by the time you wake up there will be no trace of the moon. You'll be you again." Before Sabrina could say anything, Rose had subtly slipped a vial out of her coat pocket, placed the device to her mouth and blown out. A blow dart had lodged into Sabrina's leg, she was so far gone inside her own mind she didn't register a prick of pain. All Sabrina knew was tumbling to the ground, and Rose whispering something to her. When she'd come to, her brain was foggy, limbs weighing her down but anger and panic had gone. She was calm again, as Rose had promised. The following week, Sabrina had cornered Rose in the girls bathroom and grilled her on what she'd drugged her with. Wolfsbane - a low dose of it but enough to knock Sabrina out for a couple of hours. Convincing Rose to give her a few vials had been easy enough. After all, the only people it would affect were werewolves and as far as Rose was concerned, if more were out cold then it was less of a headache for her family. Ever since then, Rose would take a trip out to the diner just before the full moon and give Sabrina some more vials. Now, Sabrina always saved two for the 'shitheads' as she called them - for them, she'd convinced Rose to give her a higher dose, enough to have them sleep through the whole night. The first time Sabrina had drugged them they'd been beyond mad, she'd cried begging them to calm down, to get away from as she backed into the wall in their hallway, the front door only a few feet away but unable to get to it without spilling blood. It had been Luke, fresh out of the shower who told them to get lost, claws glinting at his fingertips. It was the nicest thing he'd done for her and was the act that made him tolerable. Now, the twins expected it, had stopped caring and instead looked forward to a solid night of sleep.
The other vials? Well, Sabrina kept a stash safe at her hideout just in case but Rose was keeping her stocked up beyond what she needed. So Sabrina had started to mix it into her drinks, it was a little difficult to get the liquid out of the vials but she'd figured out a technique. A vial mixed into a large bottle of pre-mixed alcohol was enough to get her mind to blur, to get her body to move in a way she just couldn't control. Perfect potion. Rose saw her sometimes at those parties and she must have guessed how Sabrina was acting the way she was but she'd never said anything. They never discussed much but there was always a silent question in Rose's eyes. Are you okay? Sabrina would shake her head, Rose would pass her the bag and leave her a healthy tip before slipping out with whatever baked good she decided to take home that month. Sabrina liked Rose despite knowing she could just as easily kill her. But what would that prove when Sabrina's biggest enemy was herself?
Here she was, scene of the biggest hurt she'd caused. From the way Blake's grip tightened on the wheel, she knew she wasn't making this any easier on him. He called her out on her excuse, of course he would. But did he have to use that word? Memories of long summer evenings flooded her brain, of walking into the Pines cabin and being greeted with "hi Shit," followed a moment later by "hi Bull" as Blake stepped in after her. Sabrina was eyeing Blake now, chin tucked down towards her chest and noted his sigh. Perhaps if they shared a brain and didn't have to have this conversation aloud it'd be over far more quickly. Far less painfully. Of course he'd argue back that they would have understood - she'd predicted that response. Had written dozens of responses to it in her journal. Now, experiencing the line in reality, Sabrina's mouth stayed shut forcing herself to look away from Blake and to focus on the road. She stayed silent, counting trees until he said her name. Until he made the turning down to the cabin. "Stop," she whispered but too late, he kept going. She let herself cry when she was alone, when no one would see her as the tears fell or in the hours after as her face was red and swollen. But here, her darn eyes started to betray her, don't cry, don't fucking cry she chastised herself, shifting in her seat to look out the passenger side window. He could think she was crying but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
Wait.
Holy shit.
He thought he was part of why she left? The reveal stunned her enough to look back at him, eyes glassy, brow furrowed and mouth half open. Disbelief. She wanted to shout at him that he was an idiot, wanted to pull the handbrake and bring the car to a dramatic stop and make him look her in the eye as she told him how ridiculous he was. For a second, she glanced down at the handbrake but the sound of a car heading in the other direction reminded her that she needed to stop acting on impulse.
He had her full attention as he finished speaking, as he told her how leaving made him feel. Still, she said nothing. Unable to know what to say. Torn between wanting to scream at him for being an idiot and wanting to beg him to forgive her.
Face to face. Eyes locked on each other - both far too close to tears. And too close generally. Sabrina pulled her head back a moment, looking over at the cabin. She felt sick to her stomach, a thread of panic working its way through her. She wished she'd gotten into anyone else's car or frozen to death on the side of the road. "But you didn't," she replied finally as she met his gaze again. "None of you did. You got to stay with your friends, you got to keep living the same life. Everything changed for me and you still don't get it. I couldn't stay with you all - none of you have someone who depends on you. Who will get hurt and who will be afraid if they're left alone too long." Her words were quick and cold, even as her heart beat loudly in her chest. She didn't care if he heard. He could come to his own conclusion, clearly he'd been doing enough of that all this time. "You're an idiot for thinking any of this had to do with you. This was my decision and whilst that ass, Ashton, had a role to play I honestly couldn't care less that he'd kissed me. I've had plenty of better and plenty or worse kisses before and after that night to even remember it from the rest." Why did her eyes flick for a second, dropping to his lips before looking back up at him. It was too small in this car but she refused to leave just yet. She knew her words would be doing more damage than good but she had no idea how to fix it. "I don't trust Murphy around Addie, I think he'd invite her to play a game of hide and seek and never go and find her." There, maybe that would help... somehow. Blake was making her doubt her own words.
Sighing, Sabrina's hands twitched as if she would reach across to touch his own but instead she just rubbed them against her arms, trying to think of words that would help the situation. "Thank you for picking me up, Blake. I'll admit I've thought about coming back into your life a lot. I'd imagined far more exciting situations than hitchhiking. I've... coped while I've been alone but if I'm being honest, I'm not handling situations where sincerity is needed very well." No shit, Brina. "I don't think I'll ever give you the answer you're looking for and I don't think we'll see eye to eye on the situation but I can't change that now." Sabrina blinked, grateful to find that her eyes held back their tears. Still, when she considered getting out of the car and walking through the front door her legs began to shake. "I, I can't do this, Blake. If you hate me then they all will." Of course she'd thought of this as well. Had wondered what would happen if she just turned up at the cabin one day and tried to brush off her great disappearing act. Somehow in that situation, she'd never painted herself as the bad guy but she could see it in Blake's eyes and in all that he'd said to her, that to him she was a villain. She'd never been that before. Didn't know how to handle that pressure, especially not from him.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on Apr 30, 2022 1:52:58 GMT
There was a breath between them, the air crackling with the familiar tension that had followed them around since his feelings had taken the romantic plunge. It was in moments like this that Blake had fooled himself into thinking she’d ever feel a damn thing back for him, as her eyes dropped to his lips and traced the way they moved around his words. That she’d close the distance he was too afraid to cross. Any other girl, other woman, he wouldn’t have hesitated to slide his palm over her jaw, fingers tickling the roots of their hair as he leaned over the center console of his Challenger and sealed his lips over their cherry-painted ones. Or maybe bubblegum pink. Or, his favorite, tinted purple with the taste of grape lingering on his tongue after he’d swiped at them for entrance. Purple was his favorite color. The Pines had pitched in a small fortune on this car, a matte violet and every boy’s dream sports car. He’d saved up a generous sum, but it wouldn’t have been enough for something nearly as nice. The Pines were his family, though, and were Murphy had turned the handout down, Blake would never. Purple was the color of royalty, of worthy. It was the color of bruised knees and lasting hickies. It was the color of Sabrina’s favorite dress when they were kids. Blake was eleven, the others were ten. They hadn’t known each other long, a year or so. Blake had met her through Jensen in second grade, pulling at her braids and blushing when she’d pull at his shirt–dragging him down until she could reach his hair. Sabrina and Blake weren’t well off the way that Jensen and Ashton were. He’d wear the same shorts three days in a row and hope his shirts weren’t smelly enough to draw attention. Sabrina’s clothes were either too big or too small, never fitting just right on her petite frame. But she had a favorite, a lilac dress she tried to wear at least twice a week if she had her way. She wasn’t feminine in it, didn’t fall into the little princess labels. She’d still chase them down and pin them to the playground mulch, the dress too big on her and that helped keep her covered as she trapised on the monkeybars and jungle gyms. It was too big, which meant she got to wear it longer. It was too big, so she wore it until it brushed above her knees in middle school and she had to finally retire it due to the dress code. Blake thanked whatever God was listening that it was too big because it meant he got to see her in it another time. When she’d twirled the edges softly while waiting in line to head back to class, body twisted this way and that and face bright with a smile at whatever Blake had teased, he found her pretty. It was the first time he’d ever looked at a girl and didn’t cringe at the idea of cooties. Sabrina was pretty and purple was his favorite color.
It was the one thing he couldn’t let go off. The one thing he’d held too tight on when she’d left. Purple. The taste, the smell, the look of the color. Sometimes, just maybe, he’d pretend it was her lips–recalling the way she’d slurp on the grape popsicles while the boys preferred cherry. Maybe when the girl’s lips parted and he dove his tongue in and sought out that fruity flavor, he’d think of her.
But now she was a whisper away and he was terrified. No bravado, no sex appeal, no cockiness. He knew he stank of it–of fear and sorrow and desperation and maybe just a hint of hostility. He wasn’t angry, no, but he was bothered. By what she was saying and how she was acting. He was upset.
When she leaned back just a sliver, he released the breath he’d been holding, falling back an inch himself. He knew she wasn’t going to close the distance, but he couldnt help but yearn for her to. He’d always yearn for her. The heart wants what it wants or whatever bullshit it was that Selena Gomez was singing about. Fuck, that word. Damnit.
He was silent a moment, processing all she’d said. He had learned to not interrupt a long time ago. Letting people ramble got him more information, but he wishes he would have cut her off. Blake couldn’t take her excuses anymore.
“No, I didn’t,” he agreed, a bite to his voice that he regretted but she was digging deep under his skin and using his weaknesses against him, “And you know why I didn’t, Brina. I was a kid. We were all kids and confused and you just left and I’m so fucking sorry for being hurt about it.” He huffed, wanting to twist in his seat to turn away, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from hers. He hoped she’d read there what he couldn’t say. Perhaps his heartbeat was whispering a tale that contradicted his words, the same as hers was. Maybe Jensen and Ashton could hear from in the cabin. The thought made him hesitate, but he’d been waiting so damn long for this moment that he didn’t care. He had the world on his chest and he needed the weight gone. He didn’t think he’d get another chance. “I didn’t chase you because you chose to leave me. Just like my mom has. Just like my dad did. I wasn’t gonna chase someone who made it clear they didn’t want nothing to do with me,” his voice was raised an octave, not yelling but frustrated with the miscommunication, “And I get that it wasn’t so personal now,” maybe, he was trying to understand, he would some day, “But I didn’t know that then. You know me. You know how I get over shit like that and you still just turned your back and forgot about me. I was too hurt then to see that you needed us to chase you, but it wasn’t like we were all fucking peachy over here either.”
He inhaled sharply, knowing he was going to say something he would regret but not able to stop himself.
“Uncle Benny goes on benders every fucking night. Jane hasn’t been back to Beacon Hills ever. She doesn’t talk to Jen. She keeps him for one month a year and then pretends he doesn’t exist. He has the world on his shoulders. Who do you think takes care of him? You really think his life is so different than yours? We may not be blood, but he takes care of us like a dad should and he’s way too young for that fucking burden,” like she was, and she still thought they wouldn’t get it? “Murphy lives here because his mom won’t even fucking look at him. She hasn’t in years. He nearly fucking died and she still barely was there. Like it would have been a relief to have him gone, and you wanna say he’d fucking leave a kid for dead? He’s an asshole, fucking duh, but he’d never do something like that. That was shitty to say,” maybe he was mad, maybe Blake could still get mad. She was insulting his family, the ones who would never abandon him. Fuck that. “Ashton’s parents are fucking dead,” he shouted, and then stilled. He hadn’t meant to say that. That wasn’t his secret to tell. His eyes flicked towards the window, where Ashton’s silhouette had stilled and Jensen’s hand was resting on his shoulder. If he looked closely, he could see the shaking to the man’s frame–tears or anger, he couldn’t tell, couldn’t smell from here. He kicked himself for slipping up, but as he looked back at Sabrina, he couldn’t back down now. “That’s why he’s here. They sent him from his home to live with his drunk uncle thinking that would fix everything. And yeah, he wasn’t the best to you then, but he’s capable of fucking feeling,” he took a deep breath, eyes watering as his voice fell to a whisper, “And me, Brina. I fucking live here too. Not for sleepovers and gossip, but because I don’t have any other home to go to. So fuck, you’re right. We don’t have some little kid depending on us, but we got each other. We need each other and we take care of each other like a fucking family does. And you know we would have done the same for you.” His breath caught in his throat, panting from rushing out the words without taking a breath.
His shoulders slumped then, the fight leaving his body at her watery voice and glistening eyes. As she accused him of hating her.
And wasn’t that just a fucking joke. He almost wanted to laugh.
Instead, he did what he thought he wasn’t brave enough to–reaching his palm out to cup her shoulder, her hands pressed too tight on her arms for him to grab like he wanted. “But that doesn’t matter, does it, Brina?” Blake’s voice was softer then, regretful that he’d raised his tone at all, “We can’t change what we did and you were just doing what you thought you had to. It was stupid and fucking hurt like a bitch to accept, but I get it now. I think.” He choked out a wet laugh, so desperate not to cry like a little bitch. “It wouldn’t have been fair for us to keep you from Addie and Luke and them all, and it wouldn’t have been fair for you to ask us to grow up so quick to help. Just,” he hesitated, moving his hand down the length of her arm to cup over her hand as his eyes followed the motion–not able to meet her gaze head on, “Just please know that we would have for you. I know we didn’t make life easy for you always, but we loved you. Even Ash and Murph. They were torn up too over it. You were our girl, you know?”
His lips quivered, a tear spilling down as he batted his deep brown eyes back to meet her matching ones, but his voice was strong as he promised, “I don’t hate you, Brina. You know I can’t. I,” am in love with you, “Am your G.I. Blake. And you’re my Brina. And I’ve needed you this whole damn time and was too busy throwing a bitchfit to admit that to anyone. But I’ve got my head out of my ass now and I don’t wanna let you get away again, but I’m not gonna force you into something you don’t want. Consent and all that shit.” He stole his gaze away as he looked back at the window, nodding in the direction for her to see Jensen and Ash peeking at them through the curtains, eyes hopeful before going round as they were caught so obviously eavesdropping. They quickly pulled the drapes back in place before pacing away a few steps and making themselves look busy. Their mumbling was quiet and muffled, he couldn’t make out the words through the doors and over the beating of his heart.
“You can still be our girl,” he offered, turned back towards her, “If you want. Doesn’t look like they’re too mad at having you in the driveway. Couldn’t hurt to hear each other out.” And God, it had done wonders for Blake. His heart was settling, finding truth in her words that it hadn’t been him that had driven her away. It was instinct to blame himself, he didn’t know any better. But it hadn’t been. Sabrina didn’t hate him.
His eyes were hopeful and round, praying she’d agree before Ashton or Jensen came out here and dragged her inside themselves.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on May 1, 2022 20:08:47 GMT
Sabrina was too hot and too cold. Too angry and too empty. She felt like she could explode but that she could also fizzle out. A used match ready to be discarded. It had been difficult to get through those months alone and she’d pushed them all away so dramatically and ferociously that she wouldn’t have to know how it impacted them. But here with Blake, knees near touching as she twisted around in her seat, propping one leg under her so she could look at him properly, Sabrina couldn’t pretend she hadn’t hurt him.
Sabrina sat silently, hands gripped against her arms, grateful that she’d spent night after night taking deep breaths and counting to ten to keep her desire to shift when stressed under control. Having to tell the diner that she needed a new uniform because she’d sliced the sleeves of this one was not a conversation Sabrina wanted to have. One... two... three. In through the nose and... four... five... six... out again. Sabrina pushed her lips together, each word landing like a physical blow. She’d left him like all the other important people in his life. All the people he should have been able to trust and depend on. She was no better.
Just as Sabrina thought the barrage was going to end, Blake ploughed ahead. “God, it was a joke, Blake-“ Sabrina started to retort, of course she knew Murphy wouldn’t actually be the cause of her sister’s death but Blake was clearly too wound up to appreciate an attempt at humour. Which, yes, Sabrina did appreciate had been a terrible attempt at a joke but if they weren’t careful, Sabrina’s uniform would be the least of their concern. Sabrina had no idea how Blake’s control was, feared that it was as feeble as her brothers’ and that he’d spiral out of control at any moment. What a shame it would be to damage the interior of this car.
Mad, he was mad in a way that had never been directed at her before. Who was he? Who even was she? She didn’t know him anymore. Didn’t know any of them but they didn’t know her either.
Yeah, she really didn’t know them.
The slight panic that had started to seep into her bones at Blake’s rage ebbed at the news of Ashton’s parents. “What?” She whispered, eyes darting over to the front of the cabin where she could just about discern Ashton and Jensen inside. She’d had no idea. She should leave, there was no space for her in this pack anymore even if Blake tried to tell her they would have helped. That it wouldn’t have been too much of a burden on them. Sabrina’s eyes stayed trained on the cousins inside as reality hit. In the past six months she’d entered a new stage of her grief over leaving the pack. Cold-blooded denial. She told herself that she was still part of the Pines Pack. The only reason she didn’t see them or talk to them was because she was on a secret mission. What that mission was, Sabrina had never decided. But reality was a bitch. She was so far outside of the life of the pack she might as well have never known them.
A simple ‘I’m sorry’ had only seemed to make the situation worse earlier. So, Sabrina stayed silent and still once she turned her attention back to Blake, noting the way his demeanour had changed, that rage seeming to leave his body. No shift. No sign of claws. So different to what she was used to.
Thankfully, what she did manage to say kept that rage at bay. The feel of his hands on her shoulders startled her, not expecting the sudden change. Easing the grip she had, Sabrina held on to every word he said like it was the most important song in history. As his hands moved to rest atop her own, Sabrina peeled back her fingers to grip onto his.
Loved.
Sabrina couldn’t stop her tear at what he said to her and with her hands holding onto Blake, she was forced to let it roll down her cheek. Fucking traitor. But then Blake looked up at her and she spotted the matching tear on his face. Couldn’t help but stare at it as it passed over his freckles, running towards his lips which once again caught Brina’s attention more than she cared to acknowledge before dropping off his sharp jaw. Only Addie told her she was loved. Sabrina had stopped expecting it from anyone else. Cared for, maybe. Liked, sure. But loved? Impossible.
At least he was buying what she’d said. She could keep the final reason as to why she’d left to herself. That was between her and her journal.
Her eyes were welling up far more than she was used to around other people, easing one hand out of his hold, Sabrina wiped at her cheeks past caring that he was seeing her upset. No more trying to hide from him and the others. “You want to be the Shit to my Bull again?” Sabrina teased, trying to start off light with what she wanted to say. Every muscle and nerve ending in her wanted to just run through the door and be done with the self-inflicted misery she’d put herself through. No, that she’d put them all through. “A bitchfit is necessary every now and then, and I am sorry, Blake. Truly when I left I wasn’t thinking anything clearly. I should have just taken a week or so to myself and then come back.” She’d walked to the end of their drive one night, two weeks after leaving but had lost her nerve. Walked away before anyone even knew she had been there. No one had been looking out of their curtain for her back then, now as Sabrina turned her attention to where Blake nodded, a grin split across her face before she could stop it. Her boys – and what a thought that was.
What could Sabrina say to all that he’d just offered. Their girl? Blake’s gir- no, not that Sabrina.
“Can I be your girl on a probationary basis... seven day free trial sort of situation.” Sabrina replied, but there was a glint of mischief in her eye that had been absent for a long time. “I want to talk to them.” She confirmed, giving the hand still wrapped in her own a squeeze before dropping it gently. “But if either of them makes a comment about this dress, I will walk out that door.” With that completely empty threat, Sabrina pushed open her door and stepped onto the driveway to her pack’s place of refuge for the first time in two years.
She was nervous, heart once again beating too much, beating too loud. No sign of Murphy behind the curtains. That was a dragon she could fight another day, hopefully. Blake was already heading towards the door, a backwards look over his shoulder prompting her into action. Too late to run as backlit and both bigger than she could remember, the front door was opened by either Ashton or Jensen. Pushing her shoulders back, Sabrina stepped away from the car and towards the cabin.
Seven... eight... nine... ten. “Hi, stranger.”
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
19 years old.
ladies man.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Griffin on May 2, 2022 16:30:39 GMT
It wasn’t often that Blake regretted something. He’d crash and tumble through words and through people with no remorse. He’d sling a rope of promises around an unsuspecting girl and pull her in close, burying himself deep in her mind and her body–stealing pieces of her she’d never get back before sneaking out of her bed the next morning. It had started out of retaliation to Sabrina’s absence. He could admit that much to himself. Blake had been wounded at her easy dismissal of him and their pack. He had never been promiscuous before she’d left, despite Ashton’s urging, because he’d been so head over heels for his little lady best friend. He would blame the lack of love he’d received from his mother, saying he had no interest in anything romantic or sexual after the horror of his childhood. Why would he want to fuck a girl if there was a risk of pregnancy when he’d lived the result of an unwanted one? Why would he have any desire for a relationship when everything inevitably went to shit and he’d be more lost than he had been before? Why would he want to pursue anyone that wasn’t Sabrina? Why wasn’t he brave enough to tell her how he felt back then? Why did one glance at her now bring all of those repressed emotions storming back into his heart and mind? He’d never get the answers so he’d never have the answers to give.
Well, he knew one answer. He never told her because he was scared to lose her. To love was to lose. He’d rather hold onto his own secrets than risk the loss of her.
And still, he’d lost her anyway.
When Sabrina left, Blake used girls and women as tape. His first kiss had been sloppy and unsure at a party Murphy had dragged him to in the weeks following her departure. It was downhill from there. Spiked drinks and heated kisses turned to a reputation of a ladies man who knew his way around a woman’s pleasure. He put Ashton’s body count to shame, desperate to fill the void with the heat and sweetness of a pretty girl. She’d spill her secrets into his waiting hands before moaning his name as he paid her for them. For two years, he’d carved his way through Beacon Hills with carnal need. He was still empty. No one could patch the chinks left in his armor, but it was a nice distraction. Thank God werewolves couldn’t catch any STDs with their enhanced healing or he would surely have been fucked.
On the nights that Sabrina was under the arm of some guy (who wasn’t nearly as handsome or charming or funny or pleasing as him), maybe Blake was a little louder with his flirting, his whispered promises of what he’d do to the girl not quite a whisper at all. Not that he’d have to raise his voice for Sabrina to hear, not that she was even listening, but he liked to make a show of it regardless. She gave him up. But if she asked, he’d never admit to that. Never admit that she was the reason he was this way at all or that he tried to rile her up the way she’d torn him down.
It wasn’t often that Blake regretted anything, but the look that crossed over her shadowed features had him wishing he’d never raised his voice at all. He was thankful that he’d found a solid anchor a long time ago and rarely shifted when agitated because he rarely was agitated. Blake couldn’t imagine how she would have taken his slew of words had been joined with sharpened claws and hostile golden eyes.
Her fingers curling into his had his heartbeat stuttering, eyes drawn to where they were connected and hoping it had been under any other circumstances. He’d hold her hand as kids, always blushing as he dragged her around. He couldn’t remember when he stopped exactly, but knew it had been because of Murphy’s teasing. Blake didn’t blush now, emotions too haywire to rush the blood to his cheeks, but he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her hand in reassurance–that everything would be okay or that she didn’t have to worry or that she wasn’t getting away from them again, he didn’t know. The tears that welled in her eyes had finally fallen, mirroring his own streaky face. His heart clenched at the sight. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her cry. Maybe as kids over a scraped knee or when he hadn’t been quick enough to stop a boy from hurling something cruel her way, he couldn’t recall. It hadn’t been since they were kids, before she’d had to grow up too fast. His gaze batted up in time to catch her own following the path his stray tear made. He wanted to know what she was thinking, wanted to know everything about her. Because this wasn’t his Brina. He didn’t know this girl and that ate him up inside.
“I think you mean I’d be the Bull to your Shit,” Blake joked back, his laugh a little watery and weak as they finally waded through their shitstorm to safer waters. Maybe they’d be okay. They had to be okay. He took his free hand and wiped at his own cheeks, following her lead and keeping silent on the spilling of tears. He couldn’t find it in him to pull his other hand away. “What happened can’t be changed, Brina. You’re here now. Could be fate or some shit, you know? We already hashed it out, you don’t have to keep beating yourself up over it,” and yeah, he was definitely letting her off the hook way too easily, but what else was there to say? Plenty, sure, but not right now. He was scared to lose her again if he pushed too hard. He’d rather forgive her now and continue to rebuild as time went by than dump everything on her lap and hope she’d take the time to pick through his bullshit instead of running. Besides, her life sounded like hell without them, she deserved a break and some sympathy. They were her pack, her family.
And he loved her so he was fucking soft on her, so what.
Part of him was thankful when she stepped out of the car on her own, glad he didn’t have to coerce her further and make the situation feel forced. But the bigger part of him was remorseful, for he’d wanted to stay in that moment just a little longer–he’d wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug to assure her that she would always have a place in their home no matter what. Maybe he was thankful she’d taken that option away from him too because who knows what he would have done if he’d finally gotten his hands on her. Something stupid, defintely. No doubt.
“I’d say yes,” he said as he stepped out of the car, engine off and doors locked, “But I can’t promise shit. You think I’m bad? Wait till Jenny sees you. He’ll never let you run off again.” He laughed then, ears perked up as he heard the door of the cabin open. Speak of the devil. Ashton and Jensen stood on the porch, the door left open behind them, shadowing their faces to them some. He could see Ashton’s gaze run over her dress with humor, but he kept his mouth shut–surely having heard her threat and knowing better than testing her limits right off the bat. He knew he was a key reason for her leaving and felt guilty for it. He’d heard what Blake had said, how he felt. He’d known it, but it had never been so openly stated before. He caused Jensen and Blake to hurt for years with his stupid decision. It was easy to not crack a joke now. He nodded at her in greeting, but decided to not speak yet.
Ashton’s eyes cut to Blake then, frowning at him and Blake dipped his head in shame. He knew that he shouldn’t have said that about his parents at all, let alone so crassly, but in the heat of the moment his tongue had been loosened and he’d needed Sabrina to understand that it hadn’t been rainbows and sunshine with her gone. They hadn’t been okay. When he glanced back up, Ashton nodded for him to approach, which Blake did without hesitation. Ashton wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulder, giving him a one-armed hug before he dragged the knuckles of his other hand across the top of his head. “You’re a little shit, you know,” he huffed, feigning annoyance, but Blake knew that Ashton understood. The alpha had been hurt at the reminder, but knew that she’d find out sooner or later if she was coming back to the pack. Better for someone else to bring it up than him. Ashton let go of Blake then, both turning their attention to the others.
Jensen had been shell-shocked at the sight before him. He’d always imagined Sabrina finding her way back to them, but never quite like this–dolled up in a little diner outfit and just a few steps away from Blake’s obnoxious purple sports car. He’d been so hurt when she left, different from Blake, but no less affected. He had given her space, thinking she’d come back on her own after a while, but she never did. The longer it went on, the more hurt he’d become and the harder it was to reach out for her. When she’d left, everything fell on him. He was torn between Blake and Murphy at home and handling Ashton over phone calls when he was states away. He had no one to lean on when his dad went on a bender and got arrested again for public indecency. It reached a point where he didn’t have time to even think about her, which pained him, but he’d been so worn thin that it was almost nice to not have the reminder that she’d left without so much as a goodbye. Jensen never hated her, never once thought ill of her, but sometimes he wished he had. Being mad would have been easier than being miserable, surely.
But that didn’t matter now.
His legs were moving before he could think, passing Blake as the boy had made his way up to Ashton. It was a miracle that he was able to slow himself down at all, barely managing to keep the two of them upright as he crashed into her. His arms looped around her waist, lifting her as he spun her around before dropping her to her feet. Jensen held her tight to him, as if she’d disappear if he let go. “Oh, Rina,” he whispered with tears in his eyes, easily the most open of the boys with his emotions–which really wasn’t much of an accomplishment, “God, I can’t believe it.” He pulled back then, hands moving to her shoulders as he took in her red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. His frown deepened, knowing then that she hadn’t run from them for the hell of it. He could piece together a reason from what they’d overheard, but he didn’t mention it. “I missed you,” he said softly, choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to set her on edge or bring up any hurt. Blake had done enough of that and had handled himself better than Jensen had thought he would. He’d been worried when he heard them at first.
“Why don’t you stop hogging Bri and let her come inside,” Ashton spoke up then, nodding towards the open door, “We’ll wake Murph’s ass up and have ourselves a proper reunion, yeah?” She said she wanted to talk to them, so they were going to talk. He wasn’t going to get in the way of her return if that’s what she chose to do. He may be alpha now, but he knew that he had to listen to his pack if he was to be respected.
Jensen huffed at his cousin, but relented, he kept one hand on her shoulder as he stepped to the side and allowed her to take the first step towards the house if that’s what she chose to do. The Pines shared a look, knowing that they would respect her decision either way, but Blake’s eyes were round and hopeful all but begging as he held a hand out for her, wanting to guide her back home.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
18 years old.
hopeless.
I am Female.
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Post by Sabrina Mets on May 3, 2022 16:46:23 GMT
This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for. Two years away from them felt like a lifetime – two years of trying her best to ignore them all, of drowning out any mentions of their names when she walked through the school hallways. She’d swap classes and beg her teachers to keep her in seats as far away from them as possible if they were ever in the same class. It had only happened once. She and Murphy had been put in history together after winter in their junior year. Sabrina had stumbled walking into the room to find Murphy sat in the back corner. For a moment, their eyes had met and she could read every bit of disdain on his face from the opposite end of the room. He was no longer a guy who she could wind up just for the hell of it. No, Sabrina feared that if she even teasingly called him Jimmy his claws would be around her throat. She’d looked away quickly, darting into the furthest seat away from him. Her heart hadn’t slowed the entire lesson, desperately counting down the minutes so that she could make a quick escape.
What a waste of two years. It was no wonder her control had slipped. Her anchor had been the pack and the thought of how embarrassing it would be to lose control in front of her friends. Without them, there’d been nothing to keep her line. She could be just as messy and unhinged as her brothers if she wanted to be. The only person she’d be hurting was Addie and that was where Sabrina had always drawn the line. Her little sister had become her new anchor. It wasn’t the same though. Nothing was the same.
Sabrina had to stop dwelling on the past and more importantly, had to stop feeling so ridiculously awkward standing outside the cabin. Whilst Blake was all jokes and smiles at her now, Sabrina knew she’d been let off easy and would have to explain herself again to an even bigger audience with even more opinions. Watching Blake and Ashton’s hug, Sabrina dwelled on the fact that Ashton was now the alpha of their pack. The other boys had always fallen into step behind him, had always looked at him for guidance and it had irked Sabrina endlessly because when he wasn’t there, they’d been equals. Normal friends. Well, as normal as a group of kids who can shift into wolves could be. She couldn’t let that hierarchy get on her nerves now, it was this or the chaos of her own family full of betas with no authority figure.
Running her hands over the bottom of her skirt to smooth a crease that wasn’t really there, Sabrina didn’t notice Jensen running at her until he was right in front of her. So much for keen senses. Sabrina stumbled slightly from the shock of it but Jensen was strong and kept them steady. Far stronger – and taller – than she remembered. She felt dizzy, adrenaline kicking in as she was lifted up in the air. Sabrina let Jensen’s words wash over her, not quite able to handle the emotion on his face without breaking down even more. Their faces had all sharpened. Their bodies bigger, having lost their tweenage awkwardness. She tried to not think about how it all felt different. About how every upset feeling she was sensing from Jensen was because of what she’d done. “I missed you too,” Sabrina said, pulling herself together enough to actually speak. “I-“ there was so much Sabrina wanted to say but then Ashton spoke up. Sealing her lips shut, Sabrina squeezed Jensen’s arm a cautious smile on her lips at Ashton’s words.
Until he said they’d wake up Murphy.
“Oh, no, you don’t need to wake him up.” Sabrina replied, casting a desperate look towards the car. Not that she’d be able to move three feet without one of them stopping her. Why was she acting so afraid? This was what she wanted, right? At least inside it would be warm as free from Jensen’s hug, the bite of the winter night was seeping into her bones. For a second, she deliberated what to do until her eyes got caught on Blake’s outstretched hand and something inside of her heart shifted.
Why was she even debating this?
Shaking her head in an attempt to dispel her unease, Sabrina plastered a smile onto her face. She played confident, cool and collected all the time – at work, at parties, with her classmates. This was no different. “Actually, yeah, wake him up. I’m sure you’ve all got lots to say.” Probably nothing that Sabrina wanted to hear but she’d heard Blake out, even if she didn’t decide to join the pack it was only fair to listen to the rest of them.
Sabrina hoped that they couldn’t tell how wound up she was. Hoped that months of working on her self-control kept her scent hidden and her heartbeat relatively steady, although it was always her heart that gave her away. It was the most difficult part of her to control. As she approached the front door, Sabrina met Blake’s eyes, her smile faltering for a split second. Control yourself, Sabrina. Her emotions had gotten the better of her before, were the reason she was now having to have this conversation with them. Not that they’d get to know that part. So her emotions were what she would lock down, at least until she was back into a rhythm with pack. But she getting ahead of herself. After all there was no guarantee they’d want her around once they’d had this conversation. She forced herself to not think about that, forced herself to move and before anyone could change their mind she was stepping inside, immediately grateful for the fact that it was warm.
Her next steps were instinctual. A path she’d taken hundreds of times over the years as she made her way to the living room. Here she’d been taught poker when she was 11 years old by Jensen’s dad and had lost her pile of sweets they were using instead of money but he’d given them to her anyway. Here she’d made forts with Jensen and Blake whilst Ashton was away. Here she’d sat on the middle of the floor, hair dripping and forming a puddle behind her after an afternoon spent swimming. Here she’d been happy. Safe. Cared for.
One, two, three. Emotions, Sabrina. Control. Be confident. Be believable.
She didn’t wait to be told to sit and simply sat on the couch which had always been her favourite, in the spot she’d always preferred as it was closest to the fire but next to the window so she could keep an eye on whoever might be coming. “I’m glad you haven’t rearranged and moved my spot.” Sabrina offered, turning her attention to the boys. She wasn’t sure where to begin, felt it was easier for them to ask questions than for her to give more details than necessary. Hands falling into her lap, Sabrina waited for someone to say something.
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